The Four-Pack was confused.
In January, the Englishman and I embarked on the daunting task of
renovating the kitchen. Within hours, we
added the laundry room, sun porch, dining room and living room to our
renovation project. Dry wall dust
covered every surface, including the dogs, white primer streaks added new
coloring to their fur while leaving odd, feathering patterns on the walls and
the Four-Pack took every opportunity possible to walk directly into piles of
sawdust.
We walled in doors because they weren't needed, added doors
where there weren't any and completely turned their home upside down. The dogs would see the construction, watch a
door disappear, yet still run toward it later, sliding into the wall looking
absolutely befuddled. They delighted in
the new doors that emerged and spent their time testing it out. The "piece de resistance" was a small, fancy
dog door inserted directly next to the new French doors in the kitchen. A door of their own. The Four-Pack was very excited when they
discovered this door (discovered because I pushed each of them through
it). They practiced jumping in and out
of it, tasting a bit of independence. Tails
wagging, paws dancing on the kitchen floor, they gained expert precision with
each trial run. Sometimes the best
things in life really are small.
